Thomas Bron Mukama

Thomas Bron Mukama Dec 2021

I want to give to my children not a lot of property, lots of wisdom
Not class knowledge alone, life principles
Not bounty of money, skills of earning
Not a glorious background, meek living of life
Not well of relatives, friends with value
Not mere beauty, hand of progress
Not a bouquet of feelings, a lamp of love

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Unsung of my hero

There are many stories know to my hero
My mum, know to many but not too infinitely

She loved many as her own and grew many by her hands
She fed and clothed thousands with literally no seeds and expecting no returns
She brushed the dirt of the country and cleaned many households to their happiness

She nursed whoever came her way and dug opportunities for whoever needed it
As for that truth she did more for me than we all knew.

She led the way all the way
Sacrificed what she had for what I didn’t
She bent knees for reach of my comfort and betterment
While she was sweating, dust was her feed and scorches were her reward.
My unsung hero
I praise God for you
May you find a peaceful life over the peace you sacrificed for me for us
And Dear Lord, may she receive my letter and prayer and the rewards of gratitude she held of earth
May Angels not receive you alone but accompany your heavenly journey
May our hearts bleed with comfort and love that you reach the Glory of our father
Never to be forgotten never lost from sight eternally missed

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Blurred

Staring at the darkness to this the blurred future
Thy hope falls fainted with a floss in a break of breathe
It can’t come no further the much it came
Thus no much to save over what exists not

Acapulco of worries in laments of fear
I can’t find thee that I seek nor get far from owning the lost

Show me the switch to brightness
The shadow lights stronger than the stars
The calm in me hangs for treason with bitter explosions of if nots
Stare into me with a tickle of fresh breathe a little sparkle to charge me over the darkness

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Walls

I know I love it
Though I can’t have it all
It’s yours to hold mine to see
Cling on if you can’t climb over

Can’t feel it or so
But your eyes gave it to me
I sub rent it in my mind with no rights to it
And I dream to per-sue it over walls to trample

I ain’t a victor if I ain’t got this
Neither am I a loser if it fails me
If only it was mutual,
Birds would nurse a horse and I would fly to ride
Walls beneath the touch hearts above the feel

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Toppled

I see how comfortably you sit with the curved body
I wish I could say something to you but rejection buzzes in my ears
The chair is so lucky to hold on to soft back seaters
The way you look makes your enemies blush away for you have toppled my thoughts to side with you alone
I feel entitled to say a word to you for I can’t see such beauty smashed in my face at an away cost.
How could you stand ****! you amaze us the beneficiaries of eye feeders, and here us carelessly chanting with claps.

Hello and hi for tomorrow
I couldn’t say much since I am boiling
Don’t say a thing for I read your lips and you are in for what I am not
Take me back to not meeting you
The feverish drums hold me captive

Go in peace, leave me in my pieces

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Shall we

Shall we go to hide of the front and make love to light in darkness

Shall we crave to drink the water out of beer and turn drunkardness into dancing

Shall we sip of memories in every minute over your top and under your bottom

Shall our bodies rope up to the exclusion of coldness and delight in the merger

Shall sing mamcita my senorita and gamble over winning a lottery in getherness

Shall we puff to the air the smoke of the rich as we turn hustles into glamour

Shall Christmas bells find us with ding **** merrily kids and hence belows

Shall the stars outside darkness over the star inside of you

Thomas Bron Mukama Nov 2021

Before

I was a man before turned to a beast to protect you
The glum turned to blushes soaking my fear for your beauty
They closed temples of worship for your beauty was out shining
Where is my faith for my vulnerability in you
I am built in pieces you as my masterpiece
Never can I be lonely for your love finds me always
You have raised a monster to love you
A lion to watch of you
A man hold to contest for your life
To your before and after I will be